Playmaker: A Baltimore Banners Intermission Novella Read Online Free
Author: Lisa B. Kamps
hip. Heat rolled off him, warming her as he leaned even closer, the edge of his tie brushing across her chest.
"A car? No." His voice was deeper, softer. Threatening? No, not with the heat flaring in his eyes, holding her immobile, burning her. "Your name is Bridget, right?"
She tried to push herself up, put a little distance between them as he hovered over her. The question stopped her, confusing her. "Uh, Bridget, yeah. Bridget Lloyd. Why?"
"Because I like to at least know the name of the woman I'm getting ready to kiss."
Chapter Three
Christ, that was ballsy, even for him. Derek didn't know where the words came from or why they even came out like that. But it was the truth.
He wanted to kiss her.
No, he wanted to do more than just kiss her.
Where the fuck was this coming from? She wasn't his type. She wasn't like Melanie or any of the puck bunnies. She wasn't even like a bar pick-up. Hell, she wasn't even uptight, like he first thought. There was a funny edge to her, hiding just beneath the surface.
His eyes raked over her again, from the thick wavy hair that would wrap around a man's body when they were together to the small firm breasts outlined under the tight material of her tank top.
She sure as hell wasn't thick and lumpy, either. Why the hell had she been hiding her body all under those layers of clothes? Christ, when he walked in and saw her flat on her back on the mattress, her leg raised high above her, her firm ass outlined in those skin-hugging undershorts…yeah, instant hard-on. She was sleek, firm, tight, with an athletic body he would have never guessed at. And that hair. Christ. Thick, long, wavy, spread out around her like she was some fiery Celtic goddess.
He watched her, wondering if she was going to slap him. Hit him. Tell him to leave. It wouldn't surprise him if she did. But she just stared up at him, her eyes wide behind her glasses, her lips parted. Her tongue darted out and licked the fullness of her bottom lip then disappeared again. There was nothing coy or calculated about the move, either. Just an honest reaction—which only made his reaction stronger.
He wanted to feel that tongue run across his cock, feel her hot mouth close over him.
But first he wanted to kiss her.
He reached down and tugged at her glasses, easing them off her face and setting them on the small table next to the bed. Green eyes, the color of glittering emeralds, stared up at him. No, not emeralds. Emeralds were nothing more than cold stones—and her eyes were anything but cold.
Derek leaned forward and brushed his mouth against hers, the light touch, gentle. Giving her time to push him away, time to say no. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer. His next kiss was firmer, deeper, coaxing until her mouth opened under his with a tiny little groan.
Christ, she was hot. So hot. Her tongue darted out, met his. Shy at first, then bolder, sweeping into his mouth. She sucked the tip of his tongue, nibbled on his lower lip, delved back into the recesses of his mouth. She tasted like cherries. And chocolate. Sweet, dark, enticing.
Lust. Searing, instant, insane. Derek groaned and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her halfway up from the mattress so he could feel her against him, the firm points of her nipples pressing into his chest.
When had his cock ever raged so much just from a single kiss? He couldn't remember. And then he didn't care. He just wanted to lose himself in the kiss, in her taste, in the sweet sensation of her mouth.
She groaned, a tiny little sound that turned him on even more. Her hands traveled along his neck, down to his chest where her fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt. He didn't wait for her, couldn't. He brushed her hands away and pulled his tie loose, throwing it behind him. His hands made quick work of the buttons even as she reached in, rubbing her palms along his skin, his chest hitching at each touch, each caress.
He pulled back, ending the kiss, smiling
"A car? No." His voice was deeper, softer. Threatening? No, not with the heat flaring in his eyes, holding her immobile, burning her. "Your name is Bridget, right?"
She tried to push herself up, put a little distance between them as he hovered over her. The question stopped her, confusing her. "Uh, Bridget, yeah. Bridget Lloyd. Why?"
"Because I like to at least know the name of the woman I'm getting ready to kiss."
Chapter Three
Christ, that was ballsy, even for him. Derek didn't know where the words came from or why they even came out like that. But it was the truth.
He wanted to kiss her.
No, he wanted to do more than just kiss her.
Where the fuck was this coming from? She wasn't his type. She wasn't like Melanie or any of the puck bunnies. She wasn't even like a bar pick-up. Hell, she wasn't even uptight, like he first thought. There was a funny edge to her, hiding just beneath the surface.
His eyes raked over her again, from the thick wavy hair that would wrap around a man's body when they were together to the small firm breasts outlined under the tight material of her tank top.
She sure as hell wasn't thick and lumpy, either. Why the hell had she been hiding her body all under those layers of clothes? Christ, when he walked in and saw her flat on her back on the mattress, her leg raised high above her, her firm ass outlined in those skin-hugging undershorts…yeah, instant hard-on. She was sleek, firm, tight, with an athletic body he would have never guessed at. And that hair. Christ. Thick, long, wavy, spread out around her like she was some fiery Celtic goddess.
He watched her, wondering if she was going to slap him. Hit him. Tell him to leave. It wouldn't surprise him if she did. But she just stared up at him, her eyes wide behind her glasses, her lips parted. Her tongue darted out and licked the fullness of her bottom lip then disappeared again. There was nothing coy or calculated about the move, either. Just an honest reaction—which only made his reaction stronger.
He wanted to feel that tongue run across his cock, feel her hot mouth close over him.
But first he wanted to kiss her.
He reached down and tugged at her glasses, easing them off her face and setting them on the small table next to the bed. Green eyes, the color of glittering emeralds, stared up at him. No, not emeralds. Emeralds were nothing more than cold stones—and her eyes were anything but cold.
Derek leaned forward and brushed his mouth against hers, the light touch, gentle. Giving her time to push him away, time to say no. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer. His next kiss was firmer, deeper, coaxing until her mouth opened under his with a tiny little groan.
Christ, she was hot. So hot. Her tongue darted out, met his. Shy at first, then bolder, sweeping into his mouth. She sucked the tip of his tongue, nibbled on his lower lip, delved back into the recesses of his mouth. She tasted like cherries. And chocolate. Sweet, dark, enticing.
Lust. Searing, instant, insane. Derek groaned and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her halfway up from the mattress so he could feel her against him, the firm points of her nipples pressing into his chest.
When had his cock ever raged so much just from a single kiss? He couldn't remember. And then he didn't care. He just wanted to lose himself in the kiss, in her taste, in the sweet sensation of her mouth.
She groaned, a tiny little sound that turned him on even more. Her hands traveled along his neck, down to his chest where her fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt. He didn't wait for her, couldn't. He brushed her hands away and pulled his tie loose, throwing it behind him. His hands made quick work of the buttons even as she reached in, rubbing her palms along his skin, his chest hitching at each touch, each caress.
He pulled back, ending the kiss, smiling
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